Chitter Chatter

Well, an unforeseen snag worked against me making any progress on the book. My little guy got sick, which made working on the document pretty difficult. When he gets sick, Neither of us sleeps much, and so during his naps, which are never long when he's sick, I nod off with the laptop on my lap.

So we'll see who I do this weekend. I'm both stoked and apprehensive about finishing. As usual. I mentioned this not long ago to my friend Deb, who said to me, "You're not afraid of failure. Are you afraid of success?" To which, without hesitation, I replied, "Yes." This kind of freaked me out because I never had even thought about it. But it was a quick trigger answer, so I guess it was the most honest one.

I choose not to analyze this right now, though. I'm sure there are many reasons, but I don't want to jinx my finishing the book.

Another friend of mine read in Cosmopolitan Magazine that human females are not the only creatures that prostitute themselves, but that penguins will trade sex for pebbles, which they use to build their homes. Interesting.

I've always been a sucker for chocolate, myself.

Cosmo sparked another conversation today, about relationships, and what kinds of things a man needs to do to ignite a fire in our hearts. Not just our panties. Though said behaviors definitely wouldn't hurt the panty (or lack there-of) thing.

She said, "Paying for dinner. Making us laugh."

I said, "Laughing at our silly jokes, putting up with our craziness, bringing us chocolate when we're sad (but really, there is no bad time to bring us chocolate). She added that peanut butter chocolate is best. I won't disagree, and though I love all kinds, my favorite is dark chocolate.

But thinking on this, what I think every woman wants is to feel special to the guy. We know that you can live without us, fellas. But what we need to know is that you'd never, ever want to.

We need to know that we brighten your days the way that no one else can. That we offer something to you that no one else can, at least, not in the same, wonderful way. The woman you love needs to know that she is unique to you, and that if you ever did try to replace her, that you'd miss her terribly because she is one of a kind. Another woman may bring you happiness, but she'd never be this woman.

How did my fella hook me? He was interested in my mind. He thought/thinks that I'm intelligent. And although he isn't a book reader, he's read two of my books. He appreciates and respects how important the writing is to me.

I suspect that most women want to know that they aren't only beautiful to their guy, but that their fella also thinks that they are smart and talented, and shows them their respect and admiration.

You want to set a fire in our hearts?

Make us feel special.

That's the secret ;)

(P.S - I'm betting that men are the same way. The panty removal thing only goes so far. Am I right?)